This is an open and unfiltered diary-style journal
on the life of James Robert Smith.
This blog will contain sometimes graphic experiences (both beautiful and ugly),
sometimes stark insight, and all honest and factual documentation of dreams, diet, activity, and thoughts.

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Tuesday February 14 2017

A Valentine’s breakfast with Ana and mom: Ana made us authentic Belgian Waffles with Bananas and Strawberries. Black Tea.

Business. Research.

Tuna. Potato Chips. Tomatoes. Guayusa Tea.

Teaching lessons at Music Makers.

One of my new vocal students, Nick, a ten-year-old says he has a flare for nostalgia and listens to all the tunes I grew up with. For example, Smash Mouth...

After work Ana and I dine in at Baladi’s, a Mediterranean restaurant. Enjoying the romantic atmosphere. Eggplant and Couscous meal for myself and Rum drinks.

Later on, Ana gets in a real moody funk. No matter how hard I pry it’s no use. I head to the studio to practice DEJA tunes.

Back home. I try to ask again into the reason for her mood shift. She’s dabbing her face to dry the tears. I think what’s happening is expectations aren’t being met in the relationship, mostly in regards to music. It’s a big part of our bond, music is. We need to make music together soon. The problem is I’m so preoccupied with other projects and running the business. But I HAVE to make it work.